Standard (EADGBE)

It's boxing night

I celebrate in style

with boxer shorts and spirits

floor litteed with ghosts of bottles passed

There's a naked hush

clothed only with breath and a pulse

of a heart that is kicking

as though it is desperate to be born

and I'm hostage blind

deaf to the din outside

Good Glasgow could burn to it's bones (timber?) tonight

and I'd barely blink an eye

well the clock just stopped

put that on my fucking headstone (you can cut that into my headstone)

won't something move so I stop

staring a hole into the phone

you can get me at home

I'll be drinking to death

just me and these walls

and a beaten up chair

on boxing day

this is boxing night

and someone lost an eye

well I swear I've lost the last drop

of whatever kept me awake, alive

we fell in the Forth from a heavy right hook

to a blushed and swollen face

and in a single blow it's murdered

and now it takes years to waste away

well I can't call you all night any more

I can't call you full stop

though you know you can call me up any time

call me whatever the fuck you want

you can get me at home

I'll be drinking to death

just me and these walls

and a beaten up chair

you can get me at home

I'll be drinking to death

just me and these walls

and my beaten up chair

on boxing day

|: :| Repeat few times; end on